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	Several events occurred in the intervening seconds between brutal attacks across the battlefield. The fire which lit the tree aflame had completely engulfed the leafy mass now, turning it into a furious but temporary inferno which quite effectively illuminated the open areas of the square. Luckily, the fire had not yet spread to the other trees in its vicinity. This is likely only a matter of time.   

	Traveling more than a couple feet into the vegetation does wonders to interfere with this uncommon clarity of nighttime vision in this once cheerful town center, as was attested to by the sudden pincushioning of the party's Tiefling Warlock from an unseen assailant. Still, the field of combat [i]was[/i] nice and toasty. 
  
	Cavendish remained in his anthropomorphic rodent form. His every arrogant syllable issued forth with more guttural hissing than in his otherwise preferred Human shape, but still unmistakably him, provincial accent and all. He was bereft of the undead rats which had plagued him just earlier and was sneering from his relative success blasting the stuffing out of the Bard. Maybe this would cease the bits and snatches of music that, in his mind, were patently ridiculous in a situation like this. His attention was divided between his ranged adversaries and the one which closed to meet him. Cavendish's face twitched into a smile. He brandished a vicious looking shortsword in one hand and let the other trail behind him. This was an opponent that he wanted to humiliate. 
 
	The cage to the right was peppered with damage in a couple of different spots. The majority of the damage was on the southernmost side, alongside the shortsword-wielding Halfling cook, Daisy. Tired beyond her previous imaginings, she barely found the strength to lift her borrowed weapon once more and continue hacking at that one spot on the cage. This time, she [i]nearly[/i] got through. Daisy's eyes rose at just the right time to see Kosara rush right upon her, prompting the much smaller woman to scramble back to keep from getting trampled. [color=darkgray][i]"What?"[/i][/color] she chirped, clearly surprised. [color=darkgray][i]"I almost have this! Please, just keep those monsters away from us!"[/i][/color] she pleaded, looking around to see if anyone was still fighting on their behalf. 

	The lefthand cage was now open enough to get the Human population therein safely thereout, and they took advantage of this. Beppo, obviously in much worse shape than the others, had to be supported by the burlesque performer and, off and on, by Cecily. The vintner herself kept looking back to those who had already done her great service, wishing she could do more for them. Ultimately, she did move along with the rest of them, taking the route suggested by Baronfjord. The fisherman, ever a man of few words, took up the rear. He gave a quick twirl of his stout fishing rod and flexed his arms, as a localized breeze caught and ruffled the brim of his wide fishing hat in a manner most heroic. He glanced to the other prisoners escaping and then to the Dragonborn Monk, and spoke in dutiful tones, [color=darkgray]"Nice day for fishin'."[/color] He nodded, and moved to cover the escape of his small group of townsfolk. 



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[@Arty Fox] [color=00aeef][b]Baronfjørd[/b][/color] - Time to... stuff. Epically.